"Oh, ok," Spottedpelt said, and turned to her daughter and apprentice. "Come on, Moonpaw, we have some hunting to do." She led the way out of the camp, stopping only when she smelled mouse.
"Spottedpelt, is that-" Moonpaw was interupted by her mentor's tail flicking her in the muzzle. Spottedpelt dropped into a hunters' crouch and sprang at the mouse, killing it with one bite to the neck. "See?" she said, thorugh her mouth full of mouse. "Let's add it to the fresh-kill pile."
"Ok," Moonpaw replied. She began to walk forward, when she saw a star pulse brighter than the others in Silverpelt. A beautiful blue she-cat, her pelt glimmering with stars, appeared in front of her. "Bluestar," the apprentice whispered. She had only heard rumors about the legendary ThunderClan leader. "What are you doing here? You hunt with StarClan, and your not even from HawkClan!"
"That's what I thought at first, young one," the StarClan cat replied. "But now I understand. The prophecy."
"What prophecy?" Moonpaw asked, stunned.
"The moon shall rise, and all peace will be restored. Under her silver glow, the clans will florish with peace and love. But if she fails, then the clans as we know them will be destroyed." Bluestar said, than disappeared.
"I knew something was special about you," Spottedpelt told her daughter affectionatly.
"It doesn't seem to be about me," Moonpaw replied. "She said the moon. I'm not the moon. I'm just a simple cat." But was she?